I am Sham

Worn out, shabby, weak, old

time has thrown me out.

Thinking my days of early twenties

when no one considered

either my skills or perfectness -

devoid of flesh on bones

no one ready to choose me.

Fate moved me into married life

if he liked or disliked

we have crossed the span.

With the old age setting in

when withered spirits engulf life

I am called 'Sham'

Never learned to be false

I always believed to be frank.

Biased or not to call me 'sham'

slapped on the face.

Never should I believe again

'I have achieved'

The word hitting on my nerves

spreads pain everywhere.

It let my eyes open wide.

Would I ever be treated so

for life is false at all levels -

You are here today -

you will be gone tomorrow.